I Asked a Bleeding Biker on the Curb if He Needed Help and He Said Save My Dog

and his hand fell off my jacket and landed in the dirt.

I called 911.

The dispatcher kept me on the line. I told her there was a man bleeding out behind the Shell station off Exit 92. I told her three men had attacked him. I told her they had stolen a dog.

She asked me if I knew his name. I didn’t.

I patted the biker’s vest, looking for ID. My fingers continue reading …